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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Pole,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
The Index,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.