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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.