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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.