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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.