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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.