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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.