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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.