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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
This Heat,
The Standells,
The Names,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.