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 Kazakhstan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.