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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.