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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.