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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.