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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Wire,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.