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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.