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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.