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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.