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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.