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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
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.