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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.