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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.