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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Motorama,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.