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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.