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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Can,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.