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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.