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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.