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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.