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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.