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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.