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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.