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 Lebanon 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Television,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Nas,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.