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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
MC5,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.