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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.