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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.