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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.