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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Monks,
Section 25,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.