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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Bill Near,
Magma,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.