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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.