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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Television,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.