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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.