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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.