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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.