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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.