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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.