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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
UT,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.