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 El Salvador 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 Spokane and Salvador.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.