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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.