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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
the Human League,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.