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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.