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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.