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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.