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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.