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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.