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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.