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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.