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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Standells,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
10cc,
The Residents,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.