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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.