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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '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 Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.