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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.