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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
June Days,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.