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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.