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 Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 John Cale 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.