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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.