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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beau Brummels 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.