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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.