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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.