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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.