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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.