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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.