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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.