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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.