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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
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.