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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.