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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.