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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.