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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.