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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.