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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Q65,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.