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 Togo 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 snare 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.