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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Franke,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.