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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.