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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Q65,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.