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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.