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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Model 500,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Can,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.