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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
X-101,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.