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 Armenia 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 Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.