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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Saints to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.