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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
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,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.