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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.