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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.