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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.