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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.