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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.