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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Swans,
Niagra,
Hashim,
X-101,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.