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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.