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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.