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 Hong Kong.
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 Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.