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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.