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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.