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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Suicide,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.