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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
The Cure,
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.