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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.