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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
The Move,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Little Man,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.