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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.