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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 theremin 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Slave,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.