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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Organ,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.