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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 oboe 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 Sonics to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.