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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
X-102,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.