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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Sparks,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.