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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
10cc,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.