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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.