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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.