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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Interpol,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.