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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.