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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.