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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.