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 China and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.