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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.