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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.