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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.