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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.