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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.