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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
cv313,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.