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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.