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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Can,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.