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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. 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.