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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.