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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.