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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
New Order,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.