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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Franke,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.