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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.