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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.