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 Nicaragua 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.