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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.