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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.