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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.