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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Can,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.