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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.