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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.