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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.