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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke 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?
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.