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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.