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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.