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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.