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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Nas,
Faust,
Yaz,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.