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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
UT,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.