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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
The Slits,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.