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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Mars,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.