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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.