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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.