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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.