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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.