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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.