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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.