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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.