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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Fear,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.