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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.