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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.