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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.