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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.