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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 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 The Slackers to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.