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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.