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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.