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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
The Associates,
Pole,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.