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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Erasure,
the Association,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.