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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
X-102,
DJ Style,
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.