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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.