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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.