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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Hoover,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.