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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.