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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.