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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.