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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.