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 Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Scion,
X-101,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.