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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.