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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Television,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Can,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.