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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.