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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.