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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.