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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.