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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.