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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.