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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.