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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.