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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.