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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.