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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Jandek,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.