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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.