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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.