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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.