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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.