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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.