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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.