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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.