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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.