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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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?
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.