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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.