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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.