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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.