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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.