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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 The Doors to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.