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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Slits to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.