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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Slave,
the Germs,
Skaos,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.