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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Can,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.