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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.