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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.