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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.