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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Scientists,
10cc,
Inner City,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.