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 Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.