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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Swans,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.