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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.