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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.