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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.