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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Zapp,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Pole,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.