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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
AZ,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.