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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.