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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.