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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.