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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 Moebius to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Quantec,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.