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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.