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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Technova,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.