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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Monks,
Q65,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.