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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.