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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.