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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.