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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.