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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Almond. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.