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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.