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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.