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 Cambodia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.