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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.