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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.