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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.