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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Index,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.