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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.