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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.