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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Seeds to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.