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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.