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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.