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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.