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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Massinfluence 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.