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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
UT,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Fear,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.