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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.