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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.