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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Saints to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Smog,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.