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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Fear,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.