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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.