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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.