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 Serbia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.