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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Franke,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.