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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Pole,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.