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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.