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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Monks,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.