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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.