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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.