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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.