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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Technova,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.