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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
AZ,
MDC,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.