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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.