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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Ituana,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.