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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.