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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.