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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
MDC,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.