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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.