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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.