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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Hashim to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.