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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
The Move,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.