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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.