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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.