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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
CMW,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.