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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.