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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
John Holt,
X-102,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.