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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.