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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Flipper,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.