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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
MC5,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.