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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
The Index,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.