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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.