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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.