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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.