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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.