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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.