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 Sudan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Crime,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.