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 Brazil 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.