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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Scion to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Technova,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.