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 Slovakia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.