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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.