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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Associates,
Faust,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.