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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.