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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.