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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.