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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.