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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.