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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.