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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Brick,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.