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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
The Slits,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.