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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.