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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.