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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.