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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.