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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.