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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
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.