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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.