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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.