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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.