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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.