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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.