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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.