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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Fugs to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.