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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Slave,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.