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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Magma,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.