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 Germany and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
X-101,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.