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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.