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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The J.B.'s to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.