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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Slave,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.