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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
JFA,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.