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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.