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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.