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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
MC5,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.