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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.