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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cure to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
10cc,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle 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.