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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.