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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.