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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.