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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.