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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
ABC,
PIL,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.