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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Brick,
Qualms,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.