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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.