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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.