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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Can,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.