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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.