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 Chad and from Milan.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.