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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.