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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.