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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.