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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.