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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.