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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Move,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.