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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.