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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.