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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.