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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.