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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 The Pretty Things to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.