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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.