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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.