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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.