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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.