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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.