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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.