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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.