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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.