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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.