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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.