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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
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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.