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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.