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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Scion,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.