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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 the Human League to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.