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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.