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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.