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 Nauru 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.