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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.