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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.