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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.