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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.