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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.