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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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 Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
cv313,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.