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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Yaz,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.