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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Television,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.