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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.