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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Black Sheep 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.