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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.