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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.