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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
The Victims,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.