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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.