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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.