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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.