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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
The Victims,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.