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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.