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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.