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 Angola 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.