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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Visage,
DNA,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.