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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.