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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Qualms,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.