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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Index,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.