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 China and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Symarip,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.