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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.