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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.