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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.