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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.