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 Italy 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.