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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.