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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.