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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.