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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.