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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.