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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.