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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.