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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.