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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.