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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.