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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.