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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.