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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Erasure,
Can,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.