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 Nigeria 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 chamberlin 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.