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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
10cc,
June of 44,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.