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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.