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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.