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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.