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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.