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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
UT,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.