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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
MDC,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.