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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.