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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Moebius,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Yaz,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.