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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the rock 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.