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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.