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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.