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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.