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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.