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 Togo 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.