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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.