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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.