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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.