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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.