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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.