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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
New Order,
JFA,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.