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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.