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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.