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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.