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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.