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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Echospace,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.