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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.