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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.