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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.