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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.