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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.