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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.