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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Franke,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
The Gories,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.