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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.