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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.