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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Model 500,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Josef K,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.