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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.