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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.