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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.