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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
The Motions,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.