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 France and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Nas,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
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.