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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
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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.