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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.