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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.