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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.