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 Denmark 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.