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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
JFA,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.