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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.