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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.