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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
the Germs,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.