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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.