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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.