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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.