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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.