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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Smiths to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.