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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.