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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.