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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.