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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.