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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.