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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.