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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the punk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.