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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Slave,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Darondo,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.