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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
The Move,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.