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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Technova,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.