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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
the Association,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
JFA,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.