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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.