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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Skriet,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.