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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.