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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.