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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.