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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.