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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.