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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Japan,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner 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.