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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Motorama,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.