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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.