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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.