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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Wings,
UT,
June of 44,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.