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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.