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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.