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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.