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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.