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 Libya 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.