Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.