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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.