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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Television,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.