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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.