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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.