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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.