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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.