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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Index,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.