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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Gong,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.