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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.