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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Residents to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.