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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.