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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Hoover to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.