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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Smoke to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.