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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Siglo XX 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput 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?
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.