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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.