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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.