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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.