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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.