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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
The Saints,
X-102,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.