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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Oblivians,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
June Days,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.