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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.