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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.