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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.