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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.