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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.