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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Wire,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.